As the house settles into slumber, a lone mommy rouses, her arousal piqued by the silence. Her large, natural breasts, untouched all day, yearn for attention. She tosses the covers aside, her fingers tracing the curve of her cleavage before dipping into her nightgown. She takes her time, teasing her nipples into hard peaks, feeling the electricity coursing through her veins. She kneads her breasts, loving the fullness, the weight, the sensitivity. Her other hand slides down her body, finding her wet, aching pussy, her fingers slipping inside, matching the rhythm of her breasts, until she's writhing, her body tense, her release impending.